Yours, [he agrees. There is no hesitation in him today, nothing surface level about the wanton way he presses not just his body but everything that makes Adar, that once was Arvarno, a softer and higher creature untouched by his hands. His love and desire for him goes so deeply it is as much a part of him as the light of the trees was. It was hard to imagine why this love so often turned sour.
Why Adar hangs on and does not let himself topple over into pleasure yet he does not know. Perhaps it is greed, the desire to have more of his lovers time, to continue to feel his cock sinking so far and hard into his body that he knows he will feel it for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow. He has it under control, until he doesn't. Until what should terrify him happens but instead makes him shivver and whimper Mairon so softly it could be from his lips or thought alone, bared to his lover like a book left open on a table.
You are mine, forever. drags him over the edge whether he wills it or not, no longer able to wait. It is hot and messy between their bodies, over his master's hand as he comes, his body clenching around that delightfully hard cock as he moans his name again and again until he unable to even coherently say Mairon or any kind of sweet nothing, the wind entirely knocked out of him.]
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Why Adar hangs on and does not let himself topple over into pleasure yet he does not know. Perhaps it is greed, the desire to have more of his lovers time, to continue to feel his cock sinking so far and hard into his body that he knows he will feel it for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow. He has it under control, until he doesn't. Until what should terrify him happens but instead makes him shivver and whimper Mairon so softly it could be from his lips or thought alone, bared to his lover like a book left open on a table.
You are mine, forever. drags him over the edge whether he wills it or not, no longer able to wait. It is hot and messy between their bodies, over his master's hand as he comes, his body clenching around that delightfully hard cock as he moans his name again and again until he unable to even coherently say Mairon or any kind of sweet nothing, the wind entirely knocked out of him.]